Deja Vu, a Mysterious Truth
The steaming ghee rice,
yellow dhal,
cucumber salad,
spicy temptation wafting up from the beef curry…
My family,
from ma to niece,
sit at the dining table.
When I take the vacant chair,
I feel it’s an exact recurrence of a past feast.
An unreal reality.
Transient.
Living is an illusion –
the Indian philosophy glows like a firefly within my skull.
Man lugs life to death with a little knowledge.
Like telepathy,
déjà vu is another mysterious truth promising things beyond the corporeal end.
First published in The Literary Hatchet (issue#28).
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